I sat up on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands, feeling very worked over.
Mom came through the doorway, carrying coffee. "What hour was that you crawled in?"
"Almost four. I took his car. Did not want to wake up in his bed." I reached for the mug.
"Troubles?"
"No. Just too much sex. I don't know how we get so carried away. He's in me, and banging me, and I can't get enough and..."
"Most women would envy you. He's tall and handsome and has a big cock that goes forever..."
I looked up suspiciously, "Have you been watching?" I noticed she had a thin nightie on, one that hardly went to midthigh. Her nipples were poking out the front. I slid the edge of my hand between her legs and brought it up sharply into wetness. She took my mug and put it, along with hers, on the night table.
"Do you want me to confess? Must I tell you that seeing my coed daughter being speared by one of the biggest cocks around gets me going?"
I was flat on my back with her lips smashing mine, Our hips joined. I realized suddenly that being the voyeur had her thinking of more. Her pussy was rubbing aggressively on mine. The obvious responsibility was for me to see that she had a good orgasm. That wasn't hard because Sheila Andrews was not yet forty and her body responded to mine. She was going to come soon, but I wasn't ready. A little torture first.
I used her first name, "Sheila, you need a cock, not a pussy." She bounced harder as her tongue found mine. My sleepy body was coming alive, flexing back at her. My hands pulled the nightie out of the way and slapped her tight ass. She was shaking, she was so turned on. I thought of the strapon in her closet but it was too far away. I flipped us over and found a taut nipple with my teeth. Clamping, I growled and bounced hard.
There it was. "Oh Julia, oohhh." Both of our fingers were on her clit, pinching and twisting.
When I opened my eyes, hers were still closed. I pressed her head to my shoulder. "Mom, I meant it. We are going to find you a big cock. Roger's will do if you don't have a better idea. I'll ask him for dinner."
Half an hour later, over the breakfast table, she wouldn't meet my eyes. I noticed that after our shower together, she hadn't found any underwear, but just stepped into yesterday's shorts and pulled on a tee. This was a seriously deprived woman, I thought, from my vantage point as the seriously fucked woman from last night.
"Do you love him?"
She still wasn't looking up. The tee had a deep neck and her plump boobs were nestled together under my gaze. My bottom tingled and I wondered whether we needed to find a bed again. Or perhaps a snuggle on the living room sofa.
"It's too soon for that. Maybe infatuation is the better word. Isn't that what you say when being near someone makes you lose it?"
"Your father did that to me. I didn't realize that he was hopelessly attracted to any pretty woman who responded to his flirting. One night, we were at a boozy party and he disappeared. I went looking and found him close behind a woman at the terrace railing. She was moaning and he was thrusting against her rear. It didn't take any imagination..."
"I was ten and you decided you weren't going to be the endlessly forgiving wife?"
Now she was looking at me, the expression a mix of anger and regret. "Julia, I've watched a lot of couples. It doesn't work for the wife to accept adultery. At least not in our social niche. Sends all the wrong messages about the relationship."
I grasped her hand and led us to the living room sofa. I took the bottom and pulled the throw over us. She was soft and relaxed. That orgasm with her daughter had done some good. My fingers found their way inside her waistband and panties to the muscular globes I had recently been pounding. Our pubic bones were matched up and grinding. She kissed me and moaned. "I need this. I need you. Please don't go away."
I kissed her, my tongue finding her pink tip. I could see part of the problem. The girl child was mostly grown up and part way out of her life. Sheila said she was comfortable living by herself, but really wasn't. What could the daughter do about that from the distance of a college dorm?
I humped up at her. "Do you need a fuck? A plastic fuck?"
She jerked. "You've been in my closet."
"And you have put a camera in my bedroom."
My arm firmly around her chest, I propelled her to her own bed. Fucked in her own bed it was going to be. I stripped us down and pushed her into the messy sheets. "Stay right there."
I'd never done this before. Watched it on porn sites, but never hitched the straps around my waist and butt. There was a tube of stuff to smear on it. She watched me, eyes half smiling. I asked, "Who is the usual owner of this? MaryAnn?"
The eyes opened wider. "Are we that obvious?" I advanced to the edge of the bed, feeling a little awkward. She spread her legs as my black wand approached. Part of the strapon was inside me and I wondered if I was going to come when she did.
She was well lubricated from our earlier games and our pussies met with a groan from her. The plastic prick was doing both of us. My rhythm seemed automatic. Roger liked to start slow, waiting for me to respond. Sometimes I teased, accusing him of wimpishness. That got me a hard fuck in a hurry. I tried a Roger thrust on Sheila.
"Ahh! You are killing me!" The smile gave her away. Sheila needed this. "Julia, do me harder, faster."
My first lesbian sex was over in less than two minutes, both of us shaking and moaning. I wondered if I should try the black penis on my roommate back at school. We had kissed several times, but nothing more. The problem was that it was a poor substitute for Roger's big hard hot cock reaming me out. If I decided to do something for poor Emile, who didn't have a boyfriend, it would have to be bringing her together with Roger and his large weapon.
That's the second time today, I thought to myself, that you have decided to share Roger's cock. Maybe that is not such a good idea. On the other hand, maybe it is a good idea if it keeps him from straying to other, more competitive pussies. I closed my eyes and smiled at all the foolishness. What a way to waste a good Sunday morning.
